Regular readers will know this feature on my blog usually involves my inability to finish sentences or think of people’s names when talking with my teenage son. In a recent twist, I also had a ridiculous conversation with my husband about Radio 2 DJs. However it is unusual for both parties in the discussion to suffer from the same affliction.
Without further ado, I give you the ‘Conversation I wish I’d never started’ starring my mother.
Mum: Have you seen that annoying advert on the telly with the mother of that presenter?
Me: Which presenter?
Mum: Good-looking bloke. Married to the woman who does Dancing on Ice.
Me: Holly Willoughby? I didn’t know her husband was a presenter? Are you not thinking of the bloke she does that morning programme with?
Mum: Oh, what’s his name again? Paul something?
Me: Oh I can see him…grey hair, little chap.
Me: Philip….Philip Schofield?
Mum: Yes, but it’s not him. He’s tall with a Yorkshire accent.
Me: Oh I know who you mean. What’s he called? Vernon!
Mum: Vernon Kay!Yes, that’s him.
Me: He’s not married to Holly Willoughby.
Mum: Well he’s married to that blonde woman who does the dancing on ice.
Me: No, he’s married to the blonde woman who does Strictly Come Dancing.
Mum: What’s her name then?
Me: Oh god, what is it now?
Rory (shouting through from the living room) : For god’s sake! Tess Daly! Married to Vernon Kay. And he’s not from Yorkshire, he’s from Bolton, Lancashire.
Me: So what’s the advert for?
Mum: No idea, but I can’t stand it anyway.